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[verse 1: anybody killa] i wanna know where the f*ck are my down *ss underground killas straight cap peelas walkin’ the earth, been mean since birth takin’ every d*mn thing in sight that’s worth somebody stabbin’ you in the back, for a pebble of crack eastside, b*tches like that sometimes i feel that i can’t eat, can’t sleep put me in a hole baby, 6 feet deep better yet, just leave me alone i’ve survived this long with a microphone roamin’ the streets, mean muggin’ police left hand on my nuts right grippin’ a piece so now i feel that i owe it to y’all you’re the reason that i’m here instead of dead and gone and don’t think that i’m here to stress you out i just wanna let you know what i’m about

[hook x2] tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains these are all the thangs that a g brangs to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral streets is crucial, compet*tion zero

[verse 2: anybody killa] face facts, do the math you can try to relax but this killa ain’t like that wait a minute, let me tell the truth i’m relaxed like a motherf*cka, tomahawking a fool walk away just keeping my cool like i’m sneaking in line at a big venue no traits, no motive, n*body, no clue yo blaze, am i right? (woop woop!) that’s what the f*ck i’ve been tryin’ to say me and my whole d*mn family actin’ murderous ways that’s why we only gather once a year because the world really can’t afford to disappear so now we all break bread, never misled and the drama that i bring you will never forget and the ones that’s down no matter where you’re at i’m just here to let you know that i got your back

[hook x2] tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains these are all the thangs that a g brangs to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral streets is crucial, compet*tion zero

[verse 3: blaze ya dead homie] i’m hard as the come, homie don’t be slippin’ actin’ dumb shove the pistol in your mouth, slightly quicker than some the streets are talkin’ i be listenin’, hearin’ reppin’ for my thugs who got nothin’ to be fearin’ ask me if i ever been jacked, i’ve been screwed and taxed and waxed, some suckas with two little stripes to attack mothaf*ckas ain’t sh*t, i’m a soulja drag bodies into coffins, by they b*tch *ss shouldas middle name murder, colton grundy the rest you see me packin’ a gun in the vest now do your best to stay alive, i ain’t never gonna die eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try me? i tell you one more time for all the foes of mine ain’t no way, ain’t anybody gonna stop my shine do the drive-bys b*tch smackin’ hoes and robberys i do it for the streets and the money so respect me

[hook x4] tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains these are all the thangs that a g brangs to your party, birthday, wedding, funeral streets is crucial, compet*tion zero